Looking back, I think what set this whole escalation off was when Mark, my brother, kinda went off the deep end when he kept finding my bloody pads or...tampons in the garbage when I had my period. How disgusting it was and didn’t want them in the bathroom garbage can at all, ever.Tensions were rising over this issue but what came next I wasn’t ready for. We shared a dirty clothes hamper in our bathroom. One morning I was getting low on clean panties and remembered I had put a pair in the hamper. "That was a first." "Do you like being in control?" she asked her softly. Madison nodded slowly, "It was like I was watching myself do these things to you, making you feel things. But was it good for you?" Cailey laughed and sat up, bringing her into her arms. "I think you know the answer to that one, Mistress." Madison let out a startled laugh and Cailey smiled, holding her close. "I didn't know you could...switch...like that." "My mentor taught me that being a very good submissive always. "You have a visitor, Mel," he advised her with a wry smile.Melanie was slow on the uptake. "Huh?" Your grandmother Jeanne. She arrived around three, demanded entrance and brooked no resistance from poor Mrs. Ling. She wants to talk to you."Melanie's eyes became hard. "A little late, don't you think? After Papa's death, she just cut me off and now she wants to talk?" Speak to her, Mel. Things may have been different." Different? She called M ... Lana and had her tell me that I couldn't visit her. But, as I said, I am not the only woman of my type here. Some people might not like the idea of being pigeonholed, but I find it ideal. I have a type in within it, I am anonymous.I sidle up to the bar and order a beer. It is the first beer I've drunk in years, but it feels right and tastes so good in the hot, smoky darkness."You have a very pretty accent," says one of the girls sitting at the bar. Her own English is heavily accented--Jamaican or Bahamian, maybe. The speaker is dark-skinned.